Pollution in my chest

Empty vessels make the most noise but damn, lonely hearts make the loudest echo. My heart trembled a little when a gush of nostalgia wandered into the hole where you used to be. Like an echo in a huge cave, your phantom presence resonates deep into my bones and I, struggle to ignore the deafening silence of your absence. The more I tried to run, the faster the rising crescendo of misery pierces through me. There’s a ringing in my ear. I tried to drown the rumblings behind my ribcage but the oil spill in my lungs just made it harder to breathe.